It was a case of his cup runneth over. It runneth over with talent in so many ways. He was good at sport, a fine scholar and his tongue could produce on one day the most profound statements, and on other days he was hypercritical of all and everything around him.

His obvious talent went to his head, and his criticism of others was irritating, to say the least.

His mother had always said he was a hyperactive child and as an adult, that feature of him wasn’t one to endear him to those around him.

He loved the latest gadgets. Phones, in particular, took his fancy and he would be the first to have the newest smartphone on the market. To make it worse, he would thrust himself into your space, and if you were hypersensitive, he could be very confronting.

But he was never fazed, he carried on, and even in death, besides being laid to rest with his latest phone, he insisted the many cups he had won during his life be displayed on top of his coffin.